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The words baffled his critics, and left fans scratching their heads...like so many things Dylan seems to do...but nontheless it is an entertaining read. </DIV>     Guns, the Falcon's Mouthbook & <a href="http://www.interferenza.com/bcs/#0a">Gashcat</a> Unpunished <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" ?><o:p></o:p> <a href="http://www.interferenza.com/bcs/#1a">aretha</a>crystal jukebox queen of hymn & him diffused in drunk transfusion <a href="http://www.interferenza.com/bcs/#2a">wound</a> would heed sweet soundwave crippled & cry salute to oh great particular <a href="http://www.interferenza.com/bcs/#3a">el dorado reel</a> & ye battered personal god but she cannot she the leader of whom when ye follow, she cannot she has no back she cannot . . . beneath black flowery railroad fans & fig leaf shades & dogs of all nite joes, grow like arches & cures the harmonica battalions of bitter cowards, bones & bygones while what steadier louder the moans & arms of funeral landlord with one passionate kiss rehearse from dusk & climbing into the bushes with some favorite enemy ripping the postage stamps & crazy mailmen & waving all rank & familiar ambition than that itself, is needed to know that mother is not a lady . . . aretha with no goals, <a href="http://www.interferenza.com/bcs/#15a">eternally single & one step soft of heaven</a>/ let it be understood that she owns this melody along with her emotional diplomats & her earth & her musical secrets<o:p></o:p>  <o:p></o:p>       the censor in a twelve wheel drive semi       stopping in for donuts & pinching the       waitress/ he likes his women raw & with       syrup/ he has his mind set on becoming       a famous soldier<o:p></o:p>  <o:p></o:p> manuscript nitemare of cut throat high & low & behold the prophesying blind allegiance to law fox, monthly cupid & the intoxicating ghosts of dogma . . . nay & may the boat- men in bathrobes be banished forever & anointed into the shelves of alive hell, the unimaginative sleep, <a href="http://www.interferenza.com/bcs/#27a">repitition without change</a> & fat sheriffs who watch for doom in the mattress . . . hallaluyah & bossman of the hobos cometh & ordaining the spiritual <a href="http://www.interferenza.com/bcs/#30a">gypsy davy</a> camp now being infil- traded by foreign dictator, the pink FBI & the interrogating unknown failures of peacetime as holy & silver & blessed with the texture of kaleidoscope & the sandal girl . . . to dream of <a href="http://www.interferenza.com/bcs/#34a">dancing pillhead virgins & wandering apollo</a> at the pipe organ/ unscientific ramblers & <a href="http://www.interferenza.com/bcs/#35a">the pretty things</a> lucky & lifting their lips & handing down looks & regards from the shoulders of adam & eve's minstrel peekaboo . . . passing on the chance to bludgeon the tough spirits & the deed holders into fishlike buffoons & yanking ye erratic purpose . . . surrendering to persuasion, the crime against people, that be ranked alongside murder & <a href="http://www.interferenza.com/bcs/#42a">while doctors, teachers, bankers & sewer cleaners fight for their rights</a>, they must now be horribly generous . . . & into the march now where tab hunter leads with his thunderbird/ pearl bailey stomps him against a buick & where poverty, a per- fection of <a href="http://www.interferenza.com/bcs/#45a">neptune</a>'s unused clients, plays hide & seek & escaping into the who goes there? & now's not the time to act silly, so wear your big boots & jump on the garbage clowns, the hourly rate & the enema men & where junior senators & goblins rip off tops of question marks & their wives make pies & go now & throw some pies in the face & ride the blinds & into aretha's religous thighs & movement find ye your nymph of no conscience & bombing out your young sensitive dignity just to see once & for all if there are holes & music in the universe & watch her tame the sea horse/ aretha, pegged by choir boys & other pearls of mamas as too gloomy a much of witchy & dont you know no happy songs<o:p></o:p>  <o:p></o:p>       the lawyer leading a pig on a leash       stopping in for tea & eating the censor's       donut by mistake/ he likes to lie about       his age & takes his paranoia seriously<o:p></o:p>  <o:p></o:p> <DIV>the hospitable grave being advertised & given away in whims & journals the housewife sits on. finding herself financed, ruptured but never censored in & also never flush- ing herself/ she denies her corpse the courage to crawl - close his own door, the ability to die of bank robbery & now catches the heels of old stars making scary movies on her dirt & her face & not everybody can dig her now. she is private property . . . bazookas in the nest & weapons of ice & of weatherproof flinch & they twitter, make scars & kill babies among lady shame good looks & her constant foe, tom sawyer of the breakfast cereal causing all females pay- ing no attention to this toilet massacre to be hereafter called LONZO & must walk the streets of life forever with lazy people having nothing to do but fight over women . . . everybody knows by now war is caused by money & greed & charity organizations/ the housewife is not here. she is running for congress       the senator dressed like an austrian       sheep, stopping in for coffee & insulting       the lawyer/ he is on a prune diet &       secretly wishes he was bing crosby       but would settle for being a close       relative of edgar bergen passing the sugar to iron man of the bottles who arrives with a grin & a heatlamp & he's pushing "who dunnit" buttons this year & he is a love monger at first sight . . . you have seen him sprout up from a dumb hill bully into a bunch of backslap & he's wise & he speaks to everyone as if they just answered the door/ he dont like people that say he comes from the monkeys but nevertheless he is dull & he is destroyingly boring . . . while Allah the cook scrapes hunger from his floor & pounding it into the floating dishes with roaring & the rest of the meatheads praising each other's power & argue over acne & recite calendars & point- ing to each other's garments & liquid & disperse into seg- ments & die crazy deaths & below farce mortal farm vomit & why for Jesus Christ be Just another meathead? when all the tontos & heyboy lose their legs trying to frug while kemosabe & mr palladin spend their off hours remain- ing separate but equal & anyway why not wait for laughter to straighten the works out meantime & WOWEE smash & the rage of it all when former lover cowboy hanging up- side down & Suzy Q. the angel putting new dime into this adoption machine as out squirts a symbol squawking & freezing & crashing into the bowels of some hideous soap box & even tho youre belonging to no political party, youre now prepared, prepared to remember something about some- thing       the chief of police holding a bazooka       with his name engraved on it. coming in       drunk & putting the barrel into the face       of the lawyer's pig. once a wife beater,       he became a professional boxer & received       a club foot/ he would literally like to       become an executioner. what he doesnt know       is that the lawyer's pig has made friends       with the senator gambler's passion & his slave, the sparrow & he's ranting from a box of platform & mesmerizing this ball of daredevils to stay in the morning & dont bust from the fac- tories/ everyone expecting to be born with whom they love & theyre not & theyve been let down, theyve been lied to & now the organizers must bring the oxen in & dragging leaflets & gangrene enthusiasm, ratfinks & suicide tanks from the pay phones to the housing developments & it usually starts to rain for a while . . . little boys cannot go out & play & new men in bulldozers come in every hour deliver- ing groceries & care packages being sent from las vegas . . . & nephews of the coffee bean expert & other favorite sons graduating with a pompadour & cum laude - praise be & a wailing farewell to releasing the hermit & beautifully ugly & fingering eternity come down & save your lambs $ butchers & strike the roses with it’s rightful patsy color. . . & grampa scarecrow's got the tiny little wren & see for your- self while saving him too/ look down oh great Romantic. you who can predict from every position, you who know that everybody's not a Job or a Nero nor a J. C. Penny . . . look down & seize your gambler's passion, make high wire experts into heroes, presidents into con men, turn the even- tual . . . but the hermits being not talking & lower class or insane or in prison . . . & they dont work in the factories anyway       the good samaritan coming in with the       words "round & round we go" tattooed on       his cheek/ he tells the senator to stop       insulting the lawyer/ he would like to       be an entertainer & brags that he is       one of the best strangers around, the       pig jumps on him & starts eating his       face illiterate coins of two head wrestling with window washer who's been reincarnated from a garden hoe & after once being pushed around happily & casually hitting a rock once in a while is now bitter hung up on finding some inferior. he bites into the window ledge & by singing "what'll we do with the baby-o" to thirsty peasant girl wanting a drink from his pail, he is thinking he is some kind of success but he's getting his kicks telling one of the two headed coins that tom jefferson used to use him around the house when the bad stuff was growing . . . the lawrence welk people inside the window, theyre running the city planning divi- sion & they hibernate & feeding their summers by convers- ing with poor people's shadows & other ambulance drivers, & they dont even notice this window washer while the fam- ilies who tell of the boogey men & theyre precious & there's pictures of them playing golf & getting blacker & they wear oil in the window washer's union hall & these people con- sider themselves gourmets for not attending charlie stark-weather's funeral ye gads the champagne being appropriate pagan & the buffalo, tho the restaurant owners are vague about it, is fast disappearing into violence/ soon there will be but one side of the coin & mohammed wherever he comes from, cursing & windows washers falling & then no one will have any money . . . broad save the clean, the minorities & liberace's countryside.       the truck driver coming in with a carpet       sweeper under his eyes/ everybody says       "hi joe" & he says "joe the fellow that       owns this place i'm just a scientist. i       aint got no name" the track driver hates       anybody that carries a tennis racket/ he       drinks all the senator's coffee & proceeds       to put him in a headlock first you snap your hair down & try to tie up the kicking voices on a table & then the sales department people with names like Gus & Peg & Judy the Wrench & Nadine with worms in her fruit & Bernice Bearface blowing her brains on Butch & theyre all enthused over locker rooms & vege- tables & Muggs he goes to sleep on your neck talking shop & divorces & headline causes & if you cant say get off my neck, you just answer him & wink & wait for some morbid reply & the liberty bell ringing when you dont dare ask yourself how do you feel for God's sake & what's one more face? & the difference between a lifetime of goons & holes, company pigs & beggars & cancer critics learning yoga with raving petty gangsters in one act plays with V-eight engines all being tossed in the river & combined in a stolen mirror . . . compared to the big day when you discover lord byron shooting craps in the morgue with his pants off & he's eating a picture of jean paul belmondo & he offers you a piece of green lightbulb & you realize that nobody's told you about This & that life is not so simple after all . . . in fact that it's more than something to read & light cigarettes with . . . Lem the Clam tho, he really gives a damn if dale really does get nailed slamming down the scotch & then going outside with Maurice, who aint the Peoria Kid & dont look the same way as they do in Des Moines, Iowa & good old debbie, she comes along & both her & dale, they start shacking up in the newspaper & jesus who can blame 'em & Amen & oh lordy, & how the parades dont need your money baby . . . it's the confetti & one george washington & Nadine who comes running & says where's Gus? & she's salty about the bread he's been making off her worms while dollars becoming pieces of paper . . . but people kill for paper & anyway you can’t buy a thrill with a dollar as long as pricetags, the end of the means & only as big as your fist & they dangle from a pot of golden rainbow . . . which attacks & which covers the saddles of noseless poets & wonder blazing & somewhere over the rain- bow & blinding my married lover into the ovation maniacs/ cremating innocent child into scrapheap for vicious con- troversy & screwball & who's to tell charlie to stop & not come back for garbage men arent serious & they gonna get murdered tomorrow & next march 7th by the same kids & their fathers & their uncles & all the rest of these people that would make leadbelly a pet . . . they will always kill gar- bage men & wiping the smells but this rainbow, she goes off behind a pillar & sometimes a tornado destroys the drug- stores & the floods bring polio & leaving Gus & Peg twisted in the volleyball net & Butch hiding in madison square garden . . . Bearface dead from a piece of grass! I.Q. - some- where in the sixties & twentieth century & so sing aretha . . . sing mainstream into orbit! sing the cowbells home! sing misty . . . sing for the barber & when your found guilty of not owning a cavalry & not helping the dancer with laryngitis . . . misleading valentino's pirates to the indians or perhaps not lending a hand to the deaf pacifist in his sailor jail . . . it then must be time for you to rest & learn new songs . . . forgiving nothing for you have done nothing & make love to noble scrubwoman       what a drag it gets to be. writing       for this chosen few. writing for any-       one cpt you. you, daisy mae, who are       not even of the masses . . . funny thing,       tho, is that youre not even dead yet . . .       i will nail my words to this paper,       an fly them on to you. an forget about       them . . . thank you for the time.       youre kind.              love an kisses             your double             Silly Eyes (in airplane trouble)</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>  </DIV> <DIV>   Having a Weird Drink with the Long Tall Stranger <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" ?><o:p></o:p> back betty, bready blam de lam! bloody had a baby blam de lam! hire the handicapped blam de lam! put him on the wheel blam de lam! burn him in the coffee blam de lam! cut him with a fish knife blam de lam! send him off to col- lege & pet him with drumstick blam de lam! boil him in the cookbook blam de lam! fix him up an elephant blam de lam! sell him to the doctors blam de lam . . . back betty, big bready blam de lam! betty had a milkman, blam de lam! sent him to the chain gang blam de lam! fixed him up a navel, blam de lam (hold that tit while i git it. Hold it right there while i hit it . . . blam!) fed him lotza girdles, raised him in pnuemonia . . . black bloody, itty bitty, blam de lam! said he had a lambchop, blam de lam! had him in a stocking, stuck artichokes in his ears, planted him in green beans & stuck him on a compass blam de lam! last time i seed him, blam de lam! he was standing in a window, blam de lam! hundred floors up, blam de lam! with his prayers & his pig- foot, blam de lam! black betty, black betty blam de lam! betty had a loser blam de lam, i spied him on the ocean with a long string of muslims - blam de lam! all going quack quack . . . blam de lam! all going quack quack, blam!     sorry to say, but i'm going     to have to return your ring.     it's nothing personal, excpt     that i cant do a thing with     my finger & it's already     beginning to smell like an     eyeball! you know, like i like     to look weird, but nevertheless,     when i play my banjo on stage, i     have to wear a glove. needless     to say, it has started to affect     my playing, please believe me.     it has nothing whatsoever to     do with my love for you . . .     in fact, sending the ring back     should make my love for you     grow all the more profound . . .                 say hi to your doctor                 love,                 Toby Celery<o:p></o:p>   </DIV> <DIV>   (Pointless Like a Witch)  <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" ?><o:p></o:p> trip into the light here Abraham…what about this boss of yours? 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